A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

who picked the

was a simple building with windows

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm

round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look

almost

alive. He had lived two months longer than

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had not

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

twitched when

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

her favorite food,”

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the

to fumble in his pocket

he stopped and shook

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

not call her,”

have to give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

took the medicines from him and

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

done, Mark looked sideways at the

phone got weaker and weaker until

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

gave birth to Alexis. He

had almost given up on

lived two months longer than

him with a glass of water and medicine in

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

like he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

nose twitched when he heard

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia

he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

him and swallowed

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

Mark looked

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

behavior was much

while and call him “Uncle Mark”

Cecilia in his dream was

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point,

room were white, just

gently closed

he needed

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over

buy the pumpkin

foreign nurse

really wanted to return home. He

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment

he couldn’t change anything

would never give up as long

he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

stay strong and

finding it difficult to go back to

the bed and started to make paper planes.

up. The plane would be

said he wanted to go there because he missed

pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

Peter came back to the

snowstorm on

like I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

paper planes and smiled

have some of your

only actually took a

not more

he put down the spoon because he

eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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him. But he could see that

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a

now, it was around 4 a.m. in

he looked at the caller ID.

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into a

boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

sounded a

birth to

birth to a girl that had been

which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

the first half of

Mark sniffed and

he never

all along, was eager to hear what had

“What happened?” he asked.

silence. After a while, he looked up at

and he did a

he said with a

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia

in agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he

home to see Cecilia

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